The Girls - Audiobook Sample Recording
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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the girls, they looked up from the bright wash of the kitchen lights, like raccoons caught in the trash. The girls shriek. The boy stood to his full lanky height locals. I figured breaking into vacation houses. I wasn't going to die. What the ****? The boy put down his beer bottle, the girl clinging to his side. The boy looked 20 or so in cargo shorts, high white socks, rosie acne beneath the scrim of beard. But the girl was just a little thing. 1516 with pale legs. I tried to gather whatever authority I could when I said, I'd call the cops. The boy snorted. Go ahead. He huddled the girl closer. Call the cops. You know what? He pulled out his cell phone. **** it! I'll call them the fear I had been holding in my chest suddenly dissolved Julian. I wanted to laugh. I'd last seen him when he was 13, skinny and unformed, dan. And Alison's only son fussed over, driven to cello competitions all over the Western United States, a mandarin tutor on Thursdays, the brown bread and gummy vitamins that had all fizzled and he'd end up at the CSU in Long Beach or Irvine. There had been some trouble there explosion or maybe a milder version of that. Julian had been a shy, irritable kid, cowering at car radios, unfamiliar foods. Now. He had hard edges and the creep of tattoos under his shirt. He didn't remember me. And why should he? I'm staying here for a few weeks. I said, aware of my exposed legs and embarrassed for the melodrama. The mention of police, I'm a friend of your dad's. I could see the effort he made to place me to assign meaning. E. V. I said still nothing. I used to live in that apartment in Berkeley by your cello teachers, House dan and Julian would come over sometimes after his lessons, Julian lustily drinking milk and scuffing my table legs with robotic kicks. Oh **** Julian said yeah, I couldn't tell whether he actually remembered me or if I had just invoked enough calming details. The girl turned towards Julian, her face as blank as a spoon. It's fine babe, he said, kissing her forehead, his gentleness unexpected. Julian smiled at me and I realized he was drunk or maybe just stoned. This is Sasha, he said, nudging the girl hi. She peeped uncomfortable and Sasha Julian said this is E. V. I reminded him right. He said E. V. Man, he drank from his fear. The amber bottle catching the blare of the lights. God you must have thought we were like breaking in or something. I thought you were locals. He took another drink. She wasn't cut offs. All wrong for the cold coast and an oversized sweatshirt that must have been his, the cuffs nod and went looking. Her makeup looked terrible, but it was more of a symbol. I suppose. It occurred to me that Sasha was very young, too young to be here with Julian. I'm sorry your dad didn't tell you. I'd be here. I said, I can sleep in the other room if you want the bigger bed or if you want to be here alone, I'll figure something, nah, Julian said Sasha and I can sleep anywhere, can't we, Babe. And we're just passing through on a we'd run. He said. It occurred to me that Julian thought I'd be impressed.